Chief Keef – They Know Lyrics
[Intro]
For my squad, I go hard
I love my squad
For my squad, I go hard
Yeah, Sos, baby
GBE, baby
O Block
3 Hunna
Heh, Heh, heh, heh, yeah
Bang
Bang
[Hook]
I love my squad, for my squad I go hard
You holding that cash get robbed or
Get somebody dropped at yo squad
Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad
GBE 3Hunna O'Block. All dese fuck niggas mad cuz we on top
We ain't trippin we lettin' off shots and they know
[Verse 1]
Got a hundred up in that tech, so fuck nigga don't get wet
I say it's just us, it's just that, and bitch I'mma rep for my set
So fuck nigga duck, or get wet or have boss top at your neck
I'm screaming Free Five and Free Slick, for the week, you niggas upset
Lots of bankrolls and hoes, I be banging bad hoes with my bros
We be some stars, That bitch know, Act slow slap her with a bankroll
My boys gone blow, that nigga know, he better pray to god for his soul
We come to his town, to his show, and start popping shit, Crisco
Tray Savage got the mac, and he coming at your back
We at your front and your back with them thirties in them straps
We got hundreds in them tecs, make it rain niggas don't get wet
Bitch we thumbing through that check, we pull up, they "who is that"
Yeah
[Hook]
For my squad, I go hard
I love my squad
For my squad, I go hard
Yeah, Sos, baby
GBE, baby
O Block
3 Hunna
Heh, Heh, heh, heh, yeah
Bang
Bang
[Hook]
I love my squad, for my squad I go hard
You holding that cash get robbed or
Get somebody dropped at yo squad
Nothing but shooters and stars in this squad
GBE 3Hunna O'Block. All dese fuck niggas mad cuz we on top
We ain't trippin we lettin' off shots and they know
[Verse 1]
Got a hundred up in that tech, so fuck nigga don't get wet
I say it's just us, it's just that, and bitch I'mma rep for my set
So fuck nigga duck, or get wet or have boss top at your neck
I'm screaming Free Five and Free Slick, for the week, you niggas upset
Lots of bankrolls and hoes, I be banging bad hoes with my bros
We be some stars, That bitch know, Act slow slap her with a bankroll
My boys gone blow, that nigga know, he better pray to god for his soul
We come to his town, to his show, and start popping shit, Crisco
Tray Savage got the mac, and he coming at your back
We at your front and your back with them thirties in them straps
We got hundreds in them tecs, make it rain niggas don't get wet
Bitch we thumbing through that check, we pull up, they "who is that"
Yeah
[Hook]
